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Magic & Manners

It is a truth universally accepted that well-bred members of Society are not beleaguered with magic.

For Elsabeth Dover and her sisters, that truth means living in a perpetual state of caution, never using their sorcerous gifts in public...

Atlantis Fallen

Book 1 of the Heartstrike Chronicles

A city hidden for five thousand years.

A man so ancient his early history is lost to time.

A woman who has nothing to lose...

Urban Shaman

Joanne Walker has three days to learn to use her shamanic powers and save the world from the unleashed Wild Hunt.
No worries. No pressure. Never mind the lack of sleep, the perplexing new talent for healing herself from fatal wounds, or the cryptic, talking coyote who appears in her dreams.
And if all that's not bad enough, in the three years Joanne's been a cop, she's never seen a dead bodyâbut she's just come across her second in three days.
It's been a bitch of a week.
And it isn't over yet.

Stone's Throe

JUSTICE WILL BE DONE!
Some girls languish under the weight of a broken heart, but not Amelia Stone. After a youthful encounter with the villain known as le Monstre aux Yeux Verts, Amelia is left with regrets - and a stalwart determination to right the wrongs of the world.

Bewitching Benedict

Benedict Fairburn does not quite need his ailing great-aunt's fortune, especially since he'll have to marry to get it. His family, however, thinks otherwise - as do many of the eligible ladies in London - and the pressure is mounting. An embarrassment of attentions fill Benny's time, but the young lady he prefers roundly dislikes him...

PT #4

Today’s PT session taught me that my calves are the only part of my body not made entirely of knots. PT went after my calves and after she’d done one and was working on the other I was like “Either you’re going a lot easier on my calves than the rest of me, or they’re just not knotted.” She said, “I’m actually using exactly the same pressure!” and thus I deduced my calves are not made entirely of knots.

The rest of me, though, Jesus. My right shoulder’s been really hurting, so she went after my armpit again, and while it’s NOTHING like the agony of the first go-round, there’s still clearly a lot of frozen tissue there. I feel sort of better now. Mostly, god, I’m exhausted.

She’s been working on my hips, too, as they are Messed Up after I fell off a sidewalk almost 20 years ago and damaged my left knee very badly indeed, which in the long run, in turn, damaged my tailbone Very Badly Indeed. (In retrospect, I obviously should have gone to a doctor. I don’t know that I even considered it at the time, although I had insurance. Welcome to being American.) I’ve had them worked on, but not for a long time, and now I know the underlying problem of the muscles continuing to pull my tailbone out of alignment was never resolved. To do that, they muscles have to be, well, unfrozen from where they are, and I have some exercises which I now hope/plan/intend/all that sort of mindful bullshit that rarely gets implemented to do that are supposed to continue to help the muscles release.

Anyway, I don’t have another session for a couple of weeks because I didn’t know if I’d need them (turns out yes, I do!) and she’s booked 2-3 weeks in advance. So I really am going to make an effort to do the exercises she gave me, and a little bit of yoga, and see if that’s made any difference when I go back.

At the end of the session, having brutalized my hips and quads, she put me through a lumbar roll, which I have to say was the least violent one I’ve ever been put through, and which got at least nine separate pops out of my lower back and tailbone. “You’re like a little accordian!” she said gleefully, and I swear to god, right now my hips feel like they belong to somebody else. I actually am feeling…well, right now I’m too damn tired to feel *inspired*, per se, but I’m feeling like doing those exercises would be a good lifestyle choice.

I’m also feeling like going to sleep would be a good lifestyle choice. *collapses*